Lucila: Dec.3, 1919 Chicago

Dear Friends,
How are you? I think it's going to start to warm up here.
This next letter I think is from maybe a sister of Theresa. If not a sister a very close friend. She is I think writing to let Grandpa know that Theresa was not mad at him. Well here is the letter.

In case it's hard to read here is what it says:
Howard Johnson
Dear Friend,
Theresa isn't sore
at you. She hasn't any
thing to be mad at.
She has been busy&
I guess hes didn't have
 time. She goes to her
 music lesson almost
every other day. Of else
she is at her girl
friends house in the
evening. She answered
your letter last night.
Theresa is going to Wilmette
to-night with her
music teacher & other
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pupils. We have not
very much snow here at
all. My mother put
the thermometer out
this morning (that was
about six o'clock & it
was 5 above zero. You
certainly have it cold out
there. I wouldn't like
to be there. Br-r-r-r.
We have fun with our
sleds. The snow is little
but it is pressed down
hard & swell to coast on.
We pull each other &
tumble in the snow
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I have a gay time. I
thought of having a sleigh
ride party. I am president
of a little club for the
girls my sister, Valeria &
I originated. We could
have the party from
the dues. We get three
cents from each girl every
week. If we were in
the country now probably
we could have a hay-
rack party. That's lots of
fun. I went to one & we
had the best time. We
each at the end of it
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got a little bundle of hay
with a ribbon tied ar-
round it. The kids are
 calling me to come out be-
cause they are going to
have a ky-y. I don't know
how to spell it but it
is a long chain of sleds
& about 5 children pulling
it. There's about 15 boys &
fifteen girls out there now
& we're going to round some
more up. Best regards
Your friend,
Lucila

Well I hope that is her name.  She sounds like she is younger, but I could be wrong.
What she is trying to maybe explain with the sleds might be a version of crack the whip with sleds. We use to do crack the whip when we ice skated.  When she says gay time, it means she had lots of fun. Boy how meaning of some words can change over time.
Before I go to much farther with the letters, my grandpa name was Howard Johnson. Not the Hotel one just a Howard Johnson. So don't go saying it's the well known one where you may have stayed.

Now it's time for some more random pictures.
A wedding portrait.

Here are a couple of pictures that were also postcards.

I wish I knew what kind of class this was from 1914.

This is a post card of Rib Lake. Not sure when it was but it looks like there was a lot of lumber things going on, I think.

Here is just one more random picture.

Not sure who they are but there is a chance that the tall one in the back is Grandpa.
I think this picture could have been taken in the 19 teens or 1920's. What do you think?
Well that's about it for now.
Till next time.
Your friend,
Sandy

Theresa Lambert: Dec. 3, 1919 Chicago plus other pictures

Dear Friends,
How are you? I'm just doing my best to put up with this bad case of cabin fever. Any way here is the next letter from Theresa.

As always here is what she wrote:
Dear Friend;
I am very sorry I
could not answer your
first letter but I have been
so busy I have not had time
to do anything. Of course a
poor excuse is better than
none eh!? Well how is
the weather out there. We
had out first snow Thanks-
giving day. It only fell
about an inch. But it is
snowing today again and
has been all day this being
nine o'clock. I am working
at Montgomery Ward now.
I have a pretty nice position
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in an office down there.
There are several young
boys about your age working
there. I received your candy
and thank you for it very
much. My mother enjoyed
it very much. I'll tell you
the funny part about it was
some of the chocolates were
bent a little out of shape. I
suppose you thought I had
forgotten all about you eh?
Well that's to bad you
see I didn't. I went to a
dance last Friday and had
a pretty nice time but I
like the kind of dances you
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people in the country
have. The main thing out
here is to see the leading
plays such as Jack Pickford
in In Wrong. I saw that
Sunday I am going to see
Margret Clark in Luck
in Pawn. I guess it is going to be
good. There was an accident
right in front of my music
teachers. He is on the corner
of a boulevard and a street
car line. There was a fellow
in a machine turning off of
the boulevard and
turned right into the street
car wrecking his car and
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hurting not only himself but
also his wife, The steering wheel
bumped him in the
stomach so he couldn't stand
up. His wife was all cut up
by the flying glass. The
ambulance was called and
took both of them away. The
machine started to burn
after the accident but it was
extinguished shortly after.
You should have seen that
machine the engine was way
back on the back seat ha ha
Well not quite that bad but
almost. Well give our best
regards to all the rest and yourself.
Theresa

She sounds like she is having a good time, no real worries or at least not whining to Grandpa about any other problems that are going on between her and Kathryn.
After some thinking I now know that when they say they are seeing plays they are going to see a movie.
I've look up the two she mentioned.

Jack Pickford was a Canadian born American actor. He was also the brother to Mary Pickford. He was never ever able to become as well know as his sister.He was married three times. He died at age 36 Jan. 3 1933 in Paris France. I couldn't find the film. Just that he was in it.
Margret Clark was actually Marguerite Clark. She was born in Cincinnati Ohio.


She acted on stage and silent films. She died at age 57 Sept 25 1940. I tried to find more a definition of the film but could not find much a about it.

Back then they called cars machines. But it won't be long and they will be calling them cars.

Now I'm including another random picture of someones wedding picture. If anyone knows who they are don't be afraid to tell me.

Here are another couple of pictures that might interest someone who might have logging memories.

 Looks like fun just hanging around at the top of a pole. Maybe it's where Cirque du Soleil got it's start.

There might be a chance that the short guy might be Grandpa's brother Thomas.

Well that's all I have time for today.
Till next time.
Your Friend,
Sandy